MARVEL

Hey You -

I got your message today via Super Secret Message Ring. I opened my computer and there it was, glowing like beach sand at midnight. The Rings were a good investment and I’m glad we ordered them as children, thumbing through our comics, dreaming about flying and there was the Ad. Weeks later I got mine and you got yours and our connection was assured.

True, as you softly mentioned in your note, our worlds are far apart. You have children, I have none. I’m single, you’re married. You teach, I learn. I have AIDS, you don’t.

But I understand you have other burdens. We have both felt that feeling, the realization deep inside that this cloud, this cat silently climbing along the staircase wall, this stranger we have learned to live with will always be there. Always = until our brains stop functioning.

In the meantime, look at stars and imagine our Super Secrets bouncing off their light. Jagged, like cartoon lightening bolts. Our transmitters come alive, strobbing like ambulance lights, jumping up and down begging for attention. The Message emerges and inside the cocoon is a small scroll which we unroll and read the perfect thing.

Your friend - Hugh

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DEAR BLOGGY

My Patient Readers,

Well the Standing Room Only staff party last night to celebrate our anniversary wasn’t as wild as you think. Oh, there was an open bar... for one drink. Honey, you’d think this would be one time Mr. “I’m-So-Responsible” Hugh would give the rest of us a break. Polly told me she saw him snarfing Pepperidge Farm cookies in the Kitchen the other day and it wouldn’t surprise me a bit.

Polly and I call him “Queen Tallifah” behind his back. She’s my best friend and the best thing about working here. But last night... I mean, Girlfriend was laying it on thick for the Boss, wagging her tail and trowling on the eyeliner. Later she was all like “Woo!” this and “Woo!” that and while she looks pretty, she can’t sing. She and Queen Tallifah had the music going and were singing and dancing and frankly, I couldn’t look. I snuck into the Executive Bathroom and went through the medicine cabinet instead. Hello! Come to Momma.

Between you and me, it’s a miracle you understand any of the shit he posts here. We are talking Pill-hala, The Pilly Gates. Tastes just like candy! Each and every one filled with vitamins and vegetables and minerals. You’re awfully nice. Is it hot in here ? Unfortunately I was interrupted by Polly and while I love her dearly, I prefer to keep the source of my charm and savoir-faire a secret.

As the night drew to a close, Polly was passed out across the bed like she’d dropped from an airplane while Hugh enabled his current fixation on Computer Solitaire. He’s actually quite good which is a double-edged achievement. It’s like being the best at shaving, nice and all but do we have to watch? But play he does, muttering all the while about “Our Choices” we make in Life and how each card we turn leads us down another “Path”. Whatever. It’s a fucking card game for Christ’s sake. Solitaire to boot. Like I need another occasion where I’m forced to provide all the clever banter.

I would tell you what everyone wore but by the end of the evening everyone was au naturale, excuse the visual. Trust me, you didn’t miss a thing. Personally I think birthdays and anniversaries are like menstrual cramps, a regular pain in the ass that’s somehow connected to birth. I could extend the metaphor but you see, I really do love you.

Eternally Yours,
Bloggy

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